Day. Day day day. Over now. Urgh.
Dec. 8th, 2010 10:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ailbheWhy do my children hate getting dressed? Why why why?
Today we had cinnamon porridge with dried fruit and nuts and muscovado sugar for breakfast, and then we made Christmas cards and put ribbons on Christmas gifts ALL DAY (we stopped for bean casserole and scrambled eggs on toast, for lunch, and an afternoon snack of Jaffa cakes) until I persuaded - bullied? - them to get dressed and we went and posted the gifts, which cost an absolute fortune. The postage, not the gifts.
I washed nappies and baby sleeping bags and towels and white clothes, and didn't actually have SCREAMING rows with the children but did get closer than I like to it, and I am not at all sure whether I am paranoid or the older children have been manhandling Astrid like a doll in my absence; I'm not leaving her alone with them for a while just in case, which will make life interesting.
We played ring-a-ring-a-roses and did a huge number of action rhymes, me and the three girls, and made cards, so that was very togethernessy. Dinner was on schedule and they were in their pyjamas before Rob got home, so they watched the CBeebies Bedtime Hour. We seem, as a household, to be still on Illness Time, which is a couple of hours later than Real Time.
Also, Linnea keeps resetting her bedroom clock.
Astrid and I play a game I invented when Linnea was a bit older; bop bop bop boopsie. She's also enjoying peekaboo, though she can only uncover her eyes, not cover them up yet.
Today we had cinnamon porridge with dried fruit and nuts and muscovado sugar for breakfast, and then we made Christmas cards and put ribbons on Christmas gifts ALL DAY (we stopped for bean casserole and scrambled eggs on toast, for lunch, and an afternoon snack of Jaffa cakes) until I persuaded - bullied? - them to get dressed and we went and posted the gifts, which cost an absolute fortune. The postage, not the gifts.
I washed nappies and baby sleeping bags and towels and white clothes, and didn't actually have SCREAMING rows with the children but did get closer than I like to it, and I am not at all sure whether I am paranoid or the older children have been manhandling Astrid like a doll in my absence; I'm not leaving her alone with them for a while just in case, which will make life interesting.
We played ring-a-ring-a-roses and did a huge number of action rhymes, me and the three girls, and made cards, so that was very togethernessy. Dinner was on schedule and they were in their pyjamas before Rob got home, so they watched the CBeebies Bedtime Hour. We seem, as a household, to be still on Illness Time, which is a couple of hours later than Real Time.
Also, Linnea keeps resetting her bedroom clock.
Astrid and I play a game I invented when Linnea was a bit older; bop bop bop boopsie. She's also enjoying peekaboo, though she can only uncover her eyes, not cover them up yet.